My heart, it weeps with an unfathomable ache,
Quivering within, wounded by sharp, relentless strikes,
Repeating, over and over, like cruel stripes.
Oh, how I yearn for this anguish to dissipate,
To release me from the clutches of this colossal weight.
Once again, I grasp a lighter in my trembling hand,
Resisting the tempting urge to set my pain ablaze.
Yet, even as I write these words, my fingers falter,
Their trembling testament to the depth of my despair.
I have tried, oh how I have tried, to move this mountain,
But its colossal mass moves at an agonizing pace.
I close my eyes, and time slows to a crawl,
Yet the tick of the clock remains a relentless drumbeat.
Trapped within a loop of static, I am bound,
Tangled in the thorny chains of torment and trauma.
How can I break free from this prison of pain?
Will there ever come a day when I am truly unburdened?
I traverse vast oceans in search of solace,
But all I find are varying degrees of torment,
An endless array of agonies, each unique in its own right.
I’ve exhausted every effort, given my all,
Only to be met with the searing blade of despair.
Like molten steel, it carves through my tender heart,
Inflicting a multitude of agonies, each more profound than the last.
I have tried, dear soul, I have truly tried,
But the weight of sorrow bears down, unyielding.
Oh, how I long for respite from this haunting pain,
For a glimmer of hope to pierce through the darkness.
May my words carry the weight of my anguish,
That they may resonate and touch the depths of empathy.
In this retelling of sorrow, let the emotions flow,
May these added words forge a connection, stronger than before.
Prose by me 